1 | How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!
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The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, |
the work of the hands of a cunning workman. |
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2 | Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:
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thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
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3 | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. |
4 | Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
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thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, |
by the gate of Bath–rab'bim: |
thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon |
which looketh toward Damascus. |
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5 | Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,
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and the hair of thine head like purple; |
the King is held in the galleries. |
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6 | How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
7 | This thy stature is like to a palm tree,
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and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. |
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8 | I said, I will go up to the palm tree,
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I will take hold of the boughs thereof: |
now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, |
and the smell of thy nose like apples; |
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9 | and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,
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that goeth down sweetly, |
causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. |
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10 | I am my beloved's,
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and his desire is toward me. |
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11 | Come, my beloved,
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let us go forth into the field; |
let us lodge in the villages. |
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12 | Let us get up early to the vineyards;
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let us see if the vine flourish, |
whether the tender grape appear, |
and the pomegranates bud forth: |
there will I give thee my loves. |
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13 | The mandrakes give a smell,
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and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, |
which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. |
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